MzVickie
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Sauda
My attempt at being Evil. (A closed story)
Sauda Marie Bermudez was the oldest child in a family of twelve. Born to poverty in the town of Lepe in Southern Spain. Forced to work from sunup until sundown, taking care of the younger children and working the fields. If she slacked at either chore she was beaten by either her father or mother, sometimes both. She longed for freedom and adventure.
Her only friend was a sailor, Fernando de Triana, who would tell her stories of the sea and the far off lands he had seen. Today he told her of a fantastic voyage he was about to sail on. “In search of the passage to India by sailing west instead of going around the tip of Africa,” he had said. “Lead by Cristobal Colon. He says the world is round, but I fear we will drop off the ends of the earth.”
“I want to go, I want to get away,” she pleaded.
“You are a silly girl Sauda,” he laughed at her, “girls cannot sail on ships, it is forbidden. You would have to stow away and then they would throw you over board when they found you.”
“Yes, you are right Fernando, I must go now,” she said sighing. ”I have much work to do still.”
Sauda could hear her father yelling her name before she even came in sight of the small house. Her mother was standing there in the doorway also. She knew what was coming, head bowed she neared her parents. Her father slapped her across the face as soon as she was near enough, her mother picked up a piece of fire kindling and began to beat her also. Sauda cried for mercy but it didn’t come.
“I hate you.....I hate you all,” she whimpered her hands catching the blows on her head.
As Sauda lay on her pallet that night, her body bruised and torn she swore that she would escape, she would find a way but she would escape.
The boat.....I could stowaway on Cristobal Colon boat......I could get away. Yes....yes....I can get away.
And so she came up with a plan to escape. She would dress as a dock worker and carry cargo aboard, then hid when no one was looking. She talked to Fernando de Triana again and found out the sail dates for the three ships that would be making the voyage. On the day before the sail date she dressed in her brothers clothes, stuffed her hair under her hat went to the docks. She watched for a while, then smeared a little dirt on her face and arms just to look the part. She picked up a sack and walked the gangway headed for the hold. Quickly she hid behind the crates and barrels already stored there.
The next day she sailed out of the port of Palos, on a ship called the Niña along with the Santa Maria and Pinta. For three days she stayed hidden until thirst and hunger overcame her. She ate limes from one of the barrels but it only served to make her hungrier. As she was scooping water from another barrel she was discovered by a crewman. But instead of turning her over to the Ships Captain, once he found out she was a woman, he tied her to a post in the hold.
“Aye, you’ll be fine company for the long trek lass,” he sneered as he ripped her trousers down and began to use her sexually.
She wanted to scream for help but was afraid that they would throw her over board. Instead she endured the pain and humiliation. When he was done he left, but shortly another sailor arrived.
“Me thoughts ‘ole Roger was lying, but me sees we got us a fine wench to keep us happy.”
Eventually most of the crew learned of the pleasures below and used Sauda how ever they wished. Day and night the abuse went on, giving her enough food and water to keep her alive for the voyage. Sometimes she begged them to stop, and other times she begged them to kill her. She had escaped into nothing but hell.
On October 12, 1492 the three ships made landfall at the Bahamas, then proceeded to Cuba on October 28. While sailing north of Cuba on November 22, Martín Alonso Pinzón, captain of the Pinta, left the other two ships without permission and sailed on his own in search of an island called "Babeque," where he had been told by his native guides that there was much gold. Cristobal Colon continued with the Santa Maria and Niña eastward, and arrived at Hispaniola on December 5. The flagship Santa Maria grounded on a reef on Christmas Eve and sank the next day. Colon used the remains of the ship to build a fort on shore, which he named La Navidad. But the tiny Niña was too small for both ships crews, so Columbus was forced to leave about 40 men at La Navidad to await his return from Spain.
It was here that Sauda touched soil again, but her hell was not over. The crew built a small hut for her and kept it locked, abusing her as they wished. Finally, after two months, near starving, they released her. They let her go into the jungle, on her own to die. She stopped at the edge of the clearing looking back at the men she loathed, the men she hated.
“Volveré, Volveré,” she repeated. “I will return, and you will pay....all of you....you will pay with your lives and your ancestors lives.”
Sauda died later that same day, alone, in an unknown land, her soul filled with hated for those of her own. She loathed the race of man, and what they had done to her. She would have her revenge.
My attempt at being Evil. (A closed story)
Sauda Marie Bermudez was the oldest child in a family of twelve. Born to poverty in the town of Lepe in Southern Spain. Forced to work from sunup until sundown, taking care of the younger children and working the fields. If she slacked at either chore she was beaten by either her father or mother, sometimes both. She longed for freedom and adventure.
Her only friend was a sailor, Fernando de Triana, who would tell her stories of the sea and the far off lands he had seen. Today he told her of a fantastic voyage he was about to sail on. “In search of the passage to India by sailing west instead of going around the tip of Africa,” he had said. “Lead by Cristobal Colon. He says the world is round, but I fear we will drop off the ends of the earth.”
“I want to go, I want to get away,” she pleaded.
“You are a silly girl Sauda,” he laughed at her, “girls cannot sail on ships, it is forbidden. You would have to stow away and then they would throw you over board when they found you.”
“Yes, you are right Fernando, I must go now,” she said sighing. ”I have much work to do still.”
Sauda could hear her father yelling her name before she even came in sight of the small house. Her mother was standing there in the doorway also. She knew what was coming, head bowed she neared her parents. Her father slapped her across the face as soon as she was near enough, her mother picked up a piece of fire kindling and began to beat her also. Sauda cried for mercy but it didn’t come.
“I hate you.....I hate you all,” she whimpered her hands catching the blows on her head.
As Sauda lay on her pallet that night, her body bruised and torn she swore that she would escape, she would find a way but she would escape.
The boat.....I could stowaway on Cristobal Colon boat......I could get away. Yes....yes....I can get away.
And so she came up with a plan to escape. She would dress as a dock worker and carry cargo aboard, then hid when no one was looking. She talked to Fernando de Triana again and found out the sail dates for the three ships that would be making the voyage. On the day before the sail date she dressed in her brothers clothes, stuffed her hair under her hat went to the docks. She watched for a while, then smeared a little dirt on her face and arms just to look the part. She picked up a sack and walked the gangway headed for the hold. Quickly she hid behind the crates and barrels already stored there.
The next day she sailed out of the port of Palos, on a ship called the Niña along with the Santa Maria and Pinta. For three days she stayed hidden until thirst and hunger overcame her. She ate limes from one of the barrels but it only served to make her hungrier. As she was scooping water from another barrel she was discovered by a crewman. But instead of turning her over to the Ships Captain, once he found out she was a woman, he tied her to a post in the hold.
“Aye, you’ll be fine company for the long trek lass,” he sneered as he ripped her trousers down and began to use her sexually.
She wanted to scream for help but was afraid that they would throw her over board. Instead she endured the pain and humiliation. When he was done he left, but shortly another sailor arrived.
“Me thoughts ‘ole Roger was lying, but me sees we got us a fine wench to keep us happy.”
Eventually most of the crew learned of the pleasures below and used Sauda how ever they wished. Day and night the abuse went on, giving her enough food and water to keep her alive for the voyage. Sometimes she begged them to stop, and other times she begged them to kill her. She had escaped into nothing but hell.
On October 12, 1492 the three ships made landfall at the Bahamas, then proceeded to Cuba on October 28. While sailing north of Cuba on November 22, Martín Alonso Pinzón, captain of the Pinta, left the other two ships without permission and sailed on his own in search of an island called "Babeque," where he had been told by his native guides that there was much gold. Cristobal Colon continued with the Santa Maria and Niña eastward, and arrived at Hispaniola on December 5. The flagship Santa Maria grounded on a reef on Christmas Eve and sank the next day. Colon used the remains of the ship to build a fort on shore, which he named La Navidad. But the tiny Niña was too small for both ships crews, so Columbus was forced to leave about 40 men at La Navidad to await his return from Spain.
It was here that Sauda touched soil again, but her hell was not over. The crew built a small hut for her and kept it locked, abusing her as they wished. Finally, after two months, near starving, they released her. They let her go into the jungle, on her own to die. She stopped at the edge of the clearing looking back at the men she loathed, the men she hated.
“Volveré, Volveré,” she repeated. “I will return, and you will pay....all of you....you will pay with your lives and your ancestors lives.”
Sauda died later that same day, alone, in an unknown land, her soul filled with hated for those of her own. She loathed the race of man, and what they had done to her. She would have her revenge.
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